It was a cold November night as I walked out of the club back doors. The wind blew hard onto my face. I pulled my hoodie up and started making my way through the alley. Which every step a pile of dead, dry leaves made a crunching sound like bones being crushed by a machine. The moon lightened the trail home which made me feel a bit safer. Didn't make too much of a difference though. It was quite and still but then I was startled and jumped a little when I heard a can drop in front of one of the full garbage cans that lined the back of houses. I shivered and continued my way home. Why were November nights the scariest to me?
As I kept walking, the wind seemed to be passing my ear more than the rest of my body. The weird thing was that the wind wasn't the normal cold wind that your ears are sensitive to. It felt more warm. More like a.. Breath. A breath that melted all my worries away a little.
The breath kissed my cheek. Making me close my eyes and just stand there swaying a little. I heard a voice as it passed my ear for the second or third time, "Tyler." It said. I opened my eyes and turned around suddenly, a little frightened by the voice. It sounded as though the person or thing was right next to me.
I looked around me cautiously, feeling like I was beginning to become crazy. Just then, a smoke began to appear right in front of me. It began taking the shape of full grown human but the face.. I wasn't able to make it out. It was fuzzy. A mixed up puzzle. No. More like.. blurry.
The black figure started walking up to me. It laid it's hands on my cheeks. It felt warm and inviting, like they were trusting hands. It then kissed my forehead and said in a soft but dark voice, "My names BlurryFace and I care what you think."
It walked backwards a few feet and then diminished into a black and golden dust.
Once it left, a sharp pain began to form in my head. I rubbed my temples and grunted in pain. The words of the dark figure- apparently named BlurryFace- replayed over and over in my head. The pain began to pound harder like drum sticks hitting drums. I started hearing screams and I stumbled back into the wall of one of the buildings. I fell to the floor, screaming along with the voices. I was probably hallucinating but I started to see hands reaching out for me. They were two dark hands that looked soft and warm. I reached out for them and as soon as I touched them all the pain in my head began to subside. I was sweating buckets and my brain was still throbbing but it was way better than before. It began to rain and I could hear passing cars and dogs barking but all that was worrying me was BlurryFace so I then just sat there breathing heavily and getting more soaked by the rain. What kind of night was this?
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Hihi! It's Mary.
How are you?
Good?
Good.
If you didn't figure out what this story is about already, it's about the singer of a band called Twenty Øne Pilots and his encounters with BlurryFace. I'm making my stories based of their new album, BlurryFace. I'm just trying to interpret it in my own words and, you know, making it into a story. I hope you like this chapter and continue to read.
Stay Strong and Stay Alive |-/
-Mary
